The thing I like best about Spotify is that I can make a playlist for every nuance of mood I might be experiencing (and I have many). This week, I’ve been listening to The Smiths a lot. Those of you who are long-time readers know that I used to be goth in high school. Back in the day, when I was feeling inky and writing tortured poetry about my unrequited crushes, the Moz was my muse. When most people listen to The Smiths, it means they’re depressed. When I listen to The Smiths, it means I’m in a really good place. Go figure.
Morrissey nerds like myself know that he hails from Manchester, England, which is famous for birthing various music movements from punk rock to “Madchester.” I made a playlist of all the dark-luscious music to emerge from this gritty, industrial town. Happy pain dancing. Enjoy after the jump! Keep reading »
Speaking of ’90s musicians, Donnie Wahlberg recently tweeted this photo of the New Kids hanging out in what looks like a locker room(?!), mustached and shirtless (with the exception of Jonathan Knight, who’s sporting a modest white T and bearing an uncomfortable resemblance to Adrien Brody). So, what do you think of the guys’ new facial hair? Are your loins still tingling for these aging dreamboats? [TooFab]
Basically, if I had my way, I’d spend all of my time thinking about and researching the ’90s. But since that’s not a viable career option, I suppose this gallery of 10 ’90s superstars will have to do. After the jump, what happened to the guy from Teenage Fanclub, the dude from Suede, and eight others you probably haven’t thought about in a while.
I listen to music all day while I’m working and, thanks to Spotify, I also make my own mixes. I like this, especially, because I used to DJ a ton and I think I’m pretty good at mixes — figuring out what follows which song, and how it should all flow together.
I made this all-ladies mix a while back, and am stoked to share with you some of my fave girl-bands and female musicians, past and present. Enjoy, after the jump! (And tell us what you’ve been listening to lately in the comments!)
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I was scared to hear Lykke Li’s cover of Fleetwood Mac’s “Silver Springs” on the soon-to-be-released album Just Tell Me That You Want Me — A Tribute to Fleetwood Mac as it is my favorite song of all time. I know I like to exaggerate, but I am not exaggerating this time. It is seriously my favorite song. Hence, my expectations were ridiculously high. Honest reaction: I don’t hate it. OK … fine … I like it. It’s good. But Stevie Nicks is still my woman music goddess of life and all others will pale in comparison. You can listen Lykke Li’s version of the song here. After the jump, you can hear some other tracks on the album, which drops on August 14, from Best Coast and The New Pornographers. [Gorilla Vs Bear] Keep reading »
I never understood what was the big deal about Mischa Barton, other than a pretty face and a nice body and some decent-enough acting skills. She stars in the “Everybody’s On The Run” music video for Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds and, well, she’s inexplicably running around in leopard print bra and panties. Edgy, I guess? [YouTube]
Confession: Last night, I read the New York magazine piece, “I Just Want to Feel Everything’: Hiding Out With Fiona Apple Musical Hermit,” not once, but three times. I think it was one of the best music interviews I’ve read in a long time. I’ve always been a Fiona Apple fan. Tidal came out my first year of college and I think I listened to the CD (we still had CDs back then) until it cracked. “The Child Is Gone,” my favorite track on the album, inspired me to turn some of my poems into songs. Back then, I thought I was going to be a performer. And actually, my voice is similar to Fiona’s, we have that brassy alto thing going on. Though I went down a different path, I’ve followed Fiona’s career, owned all of her albums, and came to think of her as the woman living my phantom dream existence. I can’t help but be inspired by the way she hermits herself for years and reemerges with a brilliant new album with an octopus on her head. She can continue to rant about stuff, smoke hash out of a champagne flute and cloister herself off from the world all she wants. And I will watch admiringly from afar, living vicariously through the abandon with which she flings herself into her work. Below, some of my favorite quotes from the interview. Keep reading »
My boyfriend Nick is an old man trapped in a 26-year-old’s body. He’s usually in his pajama pants by 7:30 p.m., it’s not uncommon for him to use the phrase “Why is everyone in such a hurry?” while driving, and his knowledge of pop culture is mostly limited to the “House Party” trilogy. This is why I was shocked when “Call Me Maybe,” the ridiculously catchy song by Carly Rae Jepsen, came on the radio the other day and Nick started listing off some interesting facts about the song and its singer. Too bad none of them were even close to being true. I have no idea where he gets his information, but in any case, here are five things my boyfriend genuinely believes to be true about Carly Rae Jepsen… Keep reading »